Seeing An Lan's outrageous remarks, Chen Yi's face darkened.
No need to guess—this bastard had definitely been indulging in some exotic pleasures again!
If he dared to fool around in such a serious setting, who knew what he got up to in private?
From their very first meeting, Chen Yi had known he was no good.
With hollow cheeks and sunken eyes, An Lan was supposedly a renowned healing priest, yet his body was absurdly frail.
What, did a few days of practicing the domineering "Great Devouring Heaven Art" make him think he was hot stuff again?
[TMD the Heavenly Tribulation is Still Chasing Me: Having fun?]
On a certain kinky bed, An Lan, who had just cleaned up, immediately broke into a cold sweat, shivering uncontrollably.
Oh shit!
The group admin was pissed!
He should’ve stopped earlier—why couldn’t he control himself?!
[Unemployed God of Light: Admin, let me explain! I can justify this!]
[TMD the Heavenly Tribulation is Still Chasing Me: What you do is your business. I only care about results. Fail the evaluation, and your account gets banned for a year. Fail again, and you’re kicked from the group.]
Every word struck like a dagger.
An Lan was genuinely terrified now.
He’d always thought the admin was easygoing, a fellow transmigrator with shared hometown ties, which had emboldened him to let loose a little.
But only now did he realize—this admin wasn’t some pushover. He was a Tribulation Transcension expert who weathered heavenly strikes for fun!
Who knew what horrors he’d endured to reach such heights? Would someone like him even care about a flimsy bond like shared origins?
Without proving his worth, he’d be discarded without a second thought.
At this realization, An Lan’s pupils contracted. He yanked up his pants and bolted, hastily typing a reply in the group chat.
[Unemployed God of Light: Reporting in, Admin—my situation’s unstable. Ever since you caused that ruckus last time, the God of Light has re-emerged, ordering all churches to hunt down "otherworldly demon spies" infiltrating the realm!
My humble chapel received the directive, and they even sent a third-rank Holy Light Enforcer to supervise. I know they’re looking for me, but without your orders, I didn’t dare expose myself. So I’ve been playing along, inspecting every town and village in the county daily.
If you need me to trigger a help quest, I’m ready to self-destruct anytime!
As for my combat power growth these past two weeks… I’m ashamed. With the enforcer watching, I couldn’t practice other techniques. Progress was pitiful—only from 12,000 to 13,000. I’ve failed you, Admin.]
"Tsk."
Chen Yi sighed, his irritation fading.
No matter what, An Lan had been the first to pledge loyalty to him.
Back when the group was new, two of the three members distrusted him as the rookie admin. Only An Lan had risked his life to trigger that first help quest.
It had been Group 108’s inaugural mission—no one knew what to expect. Even with Chen Yi’s 900 million combat power, life was a one-time deal. Who’d gamble like that?
Chen Yi remembered that debt. As long as An Lan didn’t betray him, he’d always have a place here—no matter how much of a mess he was.
The expulsion threat? Just tough love.
[TMD the Heavenly Tribulation is Still Chasing Me: Given the circumstances, I’ll let this evaluation slide. Next time, hit the mark—or face the consequences.]
"Huh?!" An Lan’s gloomy eyes lit up.
He’d braced for a scolding, but it was all bark and no bite?
Who the hell said the admin was ruthless?!
Clowning myself here!
Slap!
He smacked himself hard, vowing to castrate himself if he ever succumbed to lust again.
[Unemployed God of Light: Don’t worry, Admin—next evaluation, I’ll blow you away!]
[TMD the Heavenly Tribulation is Still Chasing Me: Good. Aside from a few slackers, most hit their targets this time. Keep it up.]
[Admin sent a 360,000-point red envelope.]
[‘I Really Don’t Want to Be a Sacrifice’ grabbed 50,000 points.]
[‘Unemployed God of Light’ grabbed 70,000 points.]
[...]
[I Really Don’t Want to Be a Sacrifice: Thanks, Admin!]
[Thanks, Admin!] +6
Still muted, Liu Ruyan could only watch and seethe, cursing the "dog admin" inwardly.
[TMD the Heavenly Tribulation is Still Chasing Me: Listen up. Here’s the plan:
1. Fang Zheng, hold off on provoking the Supreme Being. Let them recover—fatten them up first.
2. Zhao Gao, go harass the protagonist. Once the help quest triggers, Fang Zheng takes over. You split rewards 70-30.
3. Xiao Chunan, retrieve your clan’s treasure and use it as bait. Lure the big fish, then standby for my signal.
4. An Lan, lay low and wait.
5. Chen Bo, keep lying low.
The rest of you, train harder.]
[I Really Don’t Want to Be a Sacrifice: Understood!]
[Villain Seeking Redemption: Understood!]
[Understood] +5
Muted Liu Ruyan: You bastard!
Soon, the members sprang into action, their statuses going offline one by one.
Meanwhile, in the Illusory Star Secret Realm, Chen Yi prepped his avatar.
This trip wasn’t just for quests and points—he needed to scout teammates with rapid growth potential. That might require a… friendly chat with local heavenly laws.
Quest rewards were peanuts. The real prize was assembling three 30 million+ combat power allies to unlock the Exorcism Dungeon.
At the same time…
Azure Sky Continent, Sacred Void Sect, Enforcement Hall.
"Zhou Zheng, you know what to say to the sect leader, right? Remember those pretty little sisters of yours. Don’t think just because they’re at the Saintess Peak, we can’t reach them."
An enforcement elder whispered menacingly in Zhou Zheng’s ear.
Zhou Zheng remained expressionless, even calmly replying, "Relax. I know my lines. Just watch the show."
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
